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Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 216

So this is the last Wednesday Poetry Prompt until May. That’s right, we’ve got a poem-a-day challenge starting up on Monday (April 1). Get plenty of sleep this weekend, because it’s non-stop poeming after that.

For today’s prompt, write a poem based on the idea of the last of something. Could be a person, place, thing. The last cookie. The last turn. The last star fighter (my brother may be the last person who gets that reference). Just write your last poem (or poems) before April gets rolling.

Here’s my attempt:

“The Last Cookie”

Wasn’t as bad as the last glass of milk
wasn’t as bad as the last tortilla chip
wasn’t as bad as the last bit of salsa
wasn’t as bad as the last burrito
wasn’t as bad as the last glass of lemonade
wasn’t as bad as the last slice of lemon
wasn’t as bad as the last piece of cake
wasn’t as bad as the last sleeve of crackers
wasn’t as bad as the last hot dog
wasn’t as bad as the last package of instant mashed potatoes
wasn’t as bad as the last bacon
wasn’t as bad as the last olives
wasn’t as bad as the last salad that reminded me I was hungry.

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( –“from my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I in them, and that is eternity.” –Edvard Munch )

when the time comes
as i’m lowered into the ground,
i would like my last poem to be
a rune-like text, embalmed
inside the heartwood of
yellow-grained pine,
expensive but perfect —
a soulful sketchbook
of a life once lived
with few regrets,
before the surrender
to gravity
and the divine
begins.

I need you like addiction needs a reason to breathe.
This chest, these remembering lungs dare to float
to you where the air is dangerously thin. Each kiss
is an imprint of ridges and valleys pressed across
the topography of my face. There is no border
or boundary to stop the blazing trail.

The last leaf once was budding new life
Sustained from above and below
The last leaf once had reason to be
Working to help the tree grow
The last leaf found the strength to resist
The onslaught of rain, wind and snow
The lonely last leaf, unneeded and spent
Now finds the strength to let go

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